What it is...by Doecii

Lily

As soon as I put it in shuffle mode, the songs start playing automatically. Looking out the window, I was humming the tune.

I'm traveling by train to my dad's house.

And you've been wondering where the father lives.

Okay, so my father was relocated to the western Indian state of Goa, to a place called Madgaon or Margaon.

Yes, I'm Indian, and my father had to move across India because of his profession.

So here I am, traveling to his city to visit him after a year, along with my mother, brother, and other family members.

We haven't spoken in almost a year. I was really missing my dad. He used to contact us every time on video, but he is now free of his work.

All I could see was a message that said, "Join premium now if you want to listen to your songs without ads." Dang, they constantly attempt to interrupt the flow of the tunes. Stupid advertisements.

I switched off my phone, took off my earbuds, and pulled some wafers for a snack from my bag. I enjoy eating as I travel. I turn to the opposite side to see my mom and brother arguing about who knows what on a different seat. I felt the energy as I sat there by myself.

It's twilight and the rainy season. While I don't dislike rainy days, I also don't enjoy them. I enjoy being wet without taking a bath. not thereafter.

After dawn, it is already 5:50 pm, and it appears like 7:00 pm will soon arrive. I assumed there would be a severe downpour because of the number of dark, ominous clouds that had accumulated nearby.

I hated the idea of being soaked.

Thank God I'm on a train because I'm being stopped by something that's genuinely made of glass and Goodness is as thick as glass. My family's laughter could be heard in the background. In order to hide the portion of the room where I was, I grab the drapes and pull the strings off.

I was securely covered in a duvet as I lay there. This emotion. I groaned softly. I adored this sensation. The next time, I should go alone.

I was looking through my phone and planning to read an online book. My mood will be lifted and I'll be able to get some rest.

N. M. Patel's book Luv Shuv in New York was the one I was looking for. (you can also search that) The title alone shouts "Indian book, written by Indians." I adore how diversified our Indian communities are becoming throughout many categories. I couldn't wait to read.

However, the unexpected train stop in the midst of the unidentified station forced me to rise up. My brother opened the drapes and gave me a quick glance.

"The halt has arrived. Do you need a snack?" He questioned me while I sat trying to determine which station it is as gazing out the window. He is three years younger than me and a rather mischievous individual.

I ask "If you might bring bread omellete?" and he nods in agreement. "But it needs to be freshly prepared, right?"

He only ever says, "Yea, yea, Maharani" or, Yea, yea, princess.

I sat with my feet crossed, looking out the window for my brother. I felt a cold as I touched my nose. It's a room with air conditioning, and the air conditioner stopped operating when the station came or, more accurately, when an automatic equipment that controls based on the sound of the train engine.

I stand up and move closer to the door to view him as I can't see him well from the closed window. As I reacted violently and slammed to the room door into my back after I opened the door to exit the room, I collided into someone.

"Ow... "

I only received the word "oops" from the other side.

"That Hur----." my breath stopped. It seemed like the train began to move, but the air supply to my face stopped. My face has begun to get red as a result of the sudden heat in the air. I gasped when I saw the man in front of me. He was sultry. Dashing then. Quite formal. So appealing....

I retaliated with "I'm so sorry" and resumed my sluggish breathing. I felt someone grip my shoulder, and when I turned to see upward following the hand lead, he backed away and formed a specific gap. So, I was unaware that he had been holding my shoulder the entire time. After receiving no response, he clears his throat.

"No.... No, it's okay" my face could get any time blast soon. Oh god.

"Then excuse me. " He stared the room door and making me realize that he needs to go there. I excused myself and stood aside, giving him space to go.

As soon as he entered the room, I inhaled deeply.

It was excellent.

I went to a wash basin and washed my face in order to cool my heated blood since I reasoned that water may help me calm down. But it was ineffective. I smelled a citrus scent as I looked down. I hold my cloth and start smelling, it does smell like citrus. Wow he wore cologne of citrus. That was fast.

Thanking to my cloth for catching his cologne air.

My brother then brought me my favorite bread omellete, which diverted me. I completely forgot about him when I saw the food in his hand.

Next part will be on few next day

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Lily

I was sleeping well until I was awakened by individuals muttering to themselves. Is it necessary for them to grumble now?

I attempted to sleep again, but my gall bladder refused to cooperate.

It has to pee.

I awoke from my seat as I was sleeping on an upper seat, and I tiptoed down the so-called ladder. I proceed to the restroom. After washing my hands, I went outside and noticed someone was on the phone at the train entrance. It was a risk. I took a look at the individual and his feet. He was so near to the edge that I was afraid he'd go off. I chuckled at my own imagining, which caused him to back up.

I gasped one more. Once again, he.

In a single day.

At least twice.

We met.

On the same spot.

God should be able to tell us why we're meeting again. He returned the smile. And now it's my turn to go to the skies. I was taken in by his smile. Oh, my goodness. Why are we getting together on a train? Why does my love at first sight have to manifest only once? Give me a break, man.

I turned around  about leaving when he asked me. "Do you have a pen on you right now? "

For a moment it took me things to slowly process what he was saying.

"Wait a minute," I said as I returned to my room and sought my handbag for a pen, which I quickly handed him. He accepted it with a smile.

I took another breath in order to react gently in front of him, not being myself.

I

despise

myself.

He scrawled in his palm, then handed me a pen and hung up the phone.

"Thankyou" I nod without knowing me.

Lily.

That's rude.

Ritik

"How am I supposed to carry all these bags?" I shout as I drag three to four bags behind me. I followed behind the family, guess my family staring them down.

My sister, Richa who is three years older than me, rubbed my back and said, "Because you are the youngest of the house," which may have given me the strength to lift these large suitcases.

She chuckled on my sufferings, "It's not fair, didi," "It's not fair, sis."

She glanced at me and my baggage and I request, "At least carry one bag, it will be a huge help." I joined my hands to each other hanging my head between the shoulders. She held the smallest bag and grinned as she followed my parents.

I yelled, "didi.... " sis, but she didn't hear me.

I turned to look back as the train approached the station and the horn sound breaking my middle ear. After being away from home, we are now returning to our city. We had a party in another city to celebrate my team's state championship victory in volleyball.

Yes, I am the primary setter for my team. My entire family came to support me. But now I'm the carrier or coolie guy, the one who is meant to carry all the luggage on his head. Because of the form of my skull, I can't fit one bag on it.

I allowed them to board the train and forced them to take their assigned seats. Man, this city is hot as hell. The water from the bottle was consumed by me, and I also took a seat beside Richa.

"And your seat?" she said as she handed me the bubble gum to munch.

"Two blocks ahead," she hummed, as I began to eat the bubble gum.

"This is what happens when you make a last-minute reservation"

"Di, sis, I wasn't sure about these, I was staying, you all forced me to join"

"Because we love you, my bacha" my baby.

"Okay, train is moving forward; I need to go to my seat," I heard a horn sound, indicating that the train will start soon. I stood up, carrying my baggage, and began walking towards my block.

I was looking at my attire, which consisted of a jacket and a white sweatshirt. God only knows why I had to wear this neat clothing. As I approached my block, I abruptly ran into something.

No, it's a human.

Their skull slammed into my lower jaw. Hurtful sh*t. I moved my jaw, wondering whether it had relocate or what, and then I peered down. A girl was there. She was so little that she almost touched my jaw. I hold her as the train begins to move since she seems so frail and might easily fly off. Is she a high school student or is she still enrolled? I retreated when she gave me a glance.

Judging her from head to down....uhmm...it's big....... SHE IS A HIGH SCHOOL GIRL??

I looked back at her face. She rubbed her head making me feel guilty.

My first thought was, Are you okay?

The mouth yelled, "I'm very sorry.

I mentally smacked my skull. She may get head bump anytime. No worry, I'm leaving right away.

I gave my excuses and departed the area. Will she be alright? She appeared red. My chest was too solid for her head to rest on. Oh, dear. We won't cross paths again, therefore I shouldn't care. She'll also forget about me. Maybe? I shook my head as I remembered the unfortunate circumstance. I settled up on the train seat and started to listen to music.

As the owner of the other seat exited the train on the other side, my family called and pestered me to move to their seat.

Morning.

My mum was still sleeping quietly when I was up looking about.

How can she sleep peacefully after everyone's disturbances last night? I can't even sleep properly.

I looked outdoors every two to three hours.

In my sleep, I become alert.

I waited for my brother patiently. Because there was no one else around. I'm too self-conscious to stroll around the block on my own. I'm looking for someone, so here's my brother.

I can at least claim that he wants to go exploring and wants me to accompany him. And as a good sister I'm doing my job. smirk

I was dismayed when I returned since there was no one there. But I'm disappointed to find he's not here.

Disappointment number one

He could have gotten off the train around midnight.

"Everyone was out at midnight when one stop approached." My brother was conversing with my mother, who had awoken. She pays close attention to him, and I'm unhappy that love at first sight never works.

Fate is always there to confront me.

Fate.

Doesn't

Always.

Have.

To.

Be.

Your.

Way.

My intuition tells me so.

Stupid.

Never mind, it occurs all the time.

It's not the first time this has happened.

Once, I had a crush on the one man on the metro ride. With his mask on, he looked stunning. I kept staring at him the entire journey. But then he gets off the train before I arrive. And thus my every love at first sight was broken.

It's all right, Lily; no one is interested in you.

Accept the truth.

Please.

I took a deep breath and reminded myself not to think about him. We're in town to see our father. So enjoy the journey and ignore him.

Finally, we arrived. We stepped off the train, and the hard rain soaked me.

As previously said, I despise rain.

I took out my umbrella and stood outside the entrance, assisting my family with the baggage.

"Look, there's your father," my mother exclaims, as soon as train halted, almost making me grimace. Okay, mum, you need to calm down. I know you haven't seen him in a year. But we're here among so many people. She ran towards him, and I noticed my father racing towards my mother, smiling joyously and carrying an umbrella.

They are madly in love with each other.

Please don't get me wrong.

They are equally opposed to loving each other.

I don't always comprehend their relationship and can't pretend to.

They are both ten years apart in age. An arranged marriage, how could their parents consent to marry someone ten years their senior? Sorry, but previous generations were grief-stricken

We enter the flat where my father was staying. So it's the flat system, then.

I'd always wanted to live in an apartment. I even requested my parents to purchase me an apartment so I could live alone. However, in Indian culture, everyone is concerned with society.

What will people think? Why is their girl living on her own? Something occurred, blah, blah, blah...

They dismissed my argument and stated they'd buy a house for my soon-to-be spouse. like who is prepared to be married? Me? a resounding NO.

I carried a handbag and one large bag up the stairs. The rain has stopped, but the chaos outside freaks me terribly.

There were four doors next to each other, with ours on the corner. Dad driven us to enter the room by unlocking the door. It was enormous. Never imagined an apartment could have that much space. I set the luggage down and go investigate the room. I am always eager to investigate the room and the house's decorum. It was basic. Not at all like our own home. However, there was just one living room, one kitchen, and one room, including the bathroom. It was a simple house with a large yard..

I slept as much as I could. Maybe I was too fatigued from the journey.

The entire day riding was a mess.

When I stepped outside the room, I noticed that objects were strewn about. Things are being unpacked.

"Lily, are you feeling better now?" My mother appeared from the kitchen, handing me a cup of chai, or tea.

Wow.

Right now.

Served with a cup of chai.

It's fantastic.

And I enjoy the rainy season for this reason. Because tea is more pleasurable than sex.

That is a fact.

Don't get me wrong.

My sexual life is monotonous.

I've never had sex in my whole life.

True.

I took a seat near the wide window. Yes, the living area includes a large window divided into three portions. I sat there with a cup in my hand, stretching my legs straight and placing them on the surface of granite attached to the window. I'm calming down myself. The rain hasn't stopped yet. My father informed us that it rains continuously. And now I'm witnessing it. The weather was brutally chilly. Thank God I remembered to bring some socks.

I glance in the mirror and realize I haven't changed my clothing. To feel refreshed, I need to take a bath.